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the
newspaper print
faded in the flood,
tears falling through
the roof
yesterday's headlines
were about us,
abo..
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staving off the junkyard bluestraffic jam in my mindbroken down old thoughtssputtering to stop lights,the signals stuck on red,idling roughly, my engi..
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pleasant infractionsinstigator winksa simile of lasheslike encroachmentoff-sides,but she declines the penaltythen throws a smile in his direction,his ..
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a moment's notice
tranquil
interruptions
in a still life
quarantine
moving so fast we are
inert
the mind matters most..
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at the end of the end
the
void inserts itself
like a damaged book
mark,
or maybe the story
within the pages
is damage..
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Lost
the
winds of change have settled
there is a quiet rage
within
she has gone southeast,
reluctant mountainside
clamors for a..
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toy boats and streams of
consciousness
you
came wrapped in treacherous smile
ribbons which paper cut
my heart
the bleeding..
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when pumpkins are just what they are
you
growl at your reflection in the soup spoon
the tyrant's ball,
you are center of
atte..
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formula and
Burgundy-wise
i
spilled wine on my bib
and burped up my past
you wiped my chin with
your smile
but inside i gre..
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Somewhere in 1962
burning crosses in
December yards,
morbid Christmas
decorations
and White wreaths on the
right doors
the ..
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